Luna
The first thing I notice when consciousness slams into me is the numbing pain in his right arm. Samuel still sleeps with me on my left, his heavy thick tattooed arm wrapped around my middle. I don't know for how long I was off, the pain radiating throughout my body and the numbness in my right arm state that it wasn't long when I had got shot.
The next surprising thing that comes to my mind is that I didn't have nightmares last night, maybe because of the discomfort and numbness or because of the comfort of Samuel's arms.
Well, I think it's the latter.
I will have to admit that I feel secure in his arms and I have come to get used to the warmth his embrace renders in me, get used to his comforting presence beside me while we slept on our bed.
He had embraced me even though I
